the comfort of darkness
| Emptiness lingers like a shadow that survives without the sun. It creeps into her morning cup of coffee, and into her smiles that hides her sorrow. It fills her stomach, and keeps her hunger satisfied. It tries to come out in her voice, but the thought of other's knowing this feeling, keeps her from speaking. The burden of burdening other's keeps her soft whispers quiet. The tears that her pillow shares with her are sacred, and solace. The darkness makes her happy, because although the light will rise in the morning, it fades as fast as the love her husband has for her when she drops a plate. The darkness lingers like the bruises on her stomach. It engulfs her day with thoughts of "what if". But the realization that the world is dark even with light, keeps her quiet.